Beneath the City ✔️

Seven

As we approached Stretten's pub, I could feel the eyes of the people inside following us, many of whom were there before, including the man who'd been watching me before who was now sat just by the door. I found myself walking closer to Jimin, trying to ignore the fact that I had tried burning the place down. We had decided it was best not to bring along Jungkook and Taehyung, in case Suga decided he couldn't trust them. The last thing we needed was to cause a scene here; I was still thinking about my first visit here.

Just as we walked through the entry, the man who'd been eyeing me from outside took an vice-like grip on my arm. He glared up at me through deep set, wizened eyes.

'What are you guilty of?' He growled. I tried to step back.

'Nothing!' I said, eyes wide with fright. I looked away, and felt a pang of regret as my eyes caught on a scorched chair beside him.

'Liar.' He accused me. 'I can always tell, and you felt guilty walking past before too.' He added.

'I don't know what you mean.' I said, tugging against his hold. 'Please let go.' I said. I shouldn't have accepted that job I thought to myself.

'Unless it wasn't your fault.' He said, narrowing his eyes. I faltered.

'An empath?' I asked.

'Not quite, just an old psychic.' He grumbled. I relaxed slightly. He frowned deeply up at me.

'Why are you relieved?' He questioned.

'Because I did it to keep my family safe, and never wanted to hurt anyone.' I explained. He nodded, and let me go. He must've deemed me trustworthy. I rushed back to Jimin, who had turned a shade paler. He pressed a light kiss to my temple.

'You had me worried for a moment.' He whispered.

'Then why didn't you help?' I asked.

'You told me to trust you a little more.' He said. 'And it looks like you were right.' He said with a smile. I smiled back. Pride swelled up in my chest as I realised that he was beginning to have a little more faith in me.

We all sat together at one rickety table. I pulled my chair in with a screech as I sat down, and was glad my nose had grown used to the smell. This place was no bed of roses.

We waited for a couple of hours, but to no avail. Yoongi was nowhere in sight, and it was beginning to get late. Namjoon had been watching the clock on the wall for the past half hour, and said we needed to head off. Just as we got ready to leave, Yoongi strolled in clad completely in black.

I waved, and he turned his head. He put a finger up, signalling to wait as he talked to the grouchy looking barman. The barman passed over a small bag, presumably with some money in, as Yoongi dropped something small into his hand. He made his way over to us with a smile.

'I like the new hair.' He said as he joined us.

'Thanks.' I smiled.

'Haven't seen you here before, what's up?' He asked.

'We're gonna be playing a game, but we need more players.' I explained.

'Do I look like a kid to you?' He asked.

'It's a war game.' I added. He drew up a chair, and sat down.

'That's more interesting.' He mused.

'Capture the flag. Two teams have a flag, and try to get the other team's over to their territory first. If you get hit by a spell, or tagged, you head back to a central base before continuing.' I described.

'How many people?' He asked.

'We need eight, we have six.' I said.

'Prize?' He asked.

'Bragging rights?' I ventured.

'You have seven, and I can get you an eighth.' He said. My face lit up.

'Perfect.' Jin said.

'Our place tomorrow afternoon?'

'Day after tomorrow.' Yoongi said. 'The other guy is often busy.' He told us. We nodded. 'See you then.'

'See you.' I said as he walked away.

Game on, I thought.

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OoOoOoOoOoOoOoh fun times.